“It is just,” the doctor says… “it is just your perception of reality banging against the inside of your skull.” I look at him wide-eyed. “You’ll be ok.” He turns me into source code, types in some fixes and then turns me back. When I get home I order my android butler to make me a drink whilst I check the place for bugs. “You were never good enough at html to become a doctor,” says my butler, using a voice which is arial, bold, slightly italic. “No,” I say, “I was never good enough.” If you can’t win at anything else, you’d better make your own game.